If you reach and they run, you're not in a relationship of reciprocity; you're in a game. It's better to be in a dance than a game. There's no chasing in dance, just maintaining space to avoid stepping on toes.

I don't like games.

Everybody thinks being an asshole is accomplishing something these days for some weird reason. (It is not.) 

Am I fired? No. Then do fuck off. I'm busy writing a novel in which people say things like "I want you to survive this" when they really mean the you/I reversed. #pronouns

As for what this blog was started for and has tried to provide, a safe space for intimate inner life stuff - how-to, who-to, and all the art(s) made to explore how it is to navigate intimacy around such pressing things as work and mortality and children - welp, this is love in the time of cholera, only not much different. If anything, the intensity and stakes both increase, which might be exciting. But some rules of physics apply, like wet is wet. 

oh no - the decemberists

 

I do like cupid's butt